Karen Solie, "Boyfriend's Car" from SHORT HAUL ENGINE

                                                                                                               AL caught the Nova (not black) in Moncton NB

Black Nova. Jacked up. Fast.

Rhetorical question. Naturally,
a girl would choose
the adult conspiracy
of smoked glass, darkened interiors.
Privacy. Its language
of moving parts, belts,
and unfamiliar fluids.

Michael Hofmann reviewed the astounding Karen Solie's The Living Option: Selected Poems in the London Review of Books a couple yearss back. Solie writes long poems, usually. In his review, Hofmann pulled these Solie lines (above) from "Boyfriend's Car", which is actually from an earlier collection, Short Haul Engine.